[ -- oh, right, he's now distinctly remembering an invitation. ]
I, uh. Well, if you really need the company...
I, uh. Well, if you really need the company...
[ You play dirty, Maya. ]
How can I say no to that?
How can I say no to that?
[ -- god damn you.
His arms are wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer against him. ]
Seriously unfair, man.
His arms are wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer against him. ]
Seriously unfair, man.
[ -- how are you good at this already we've only done it once.
But he returns the kiss gladly -- eagerly, even, lips parting to run his tongue along her lower lip and to brush against hers. He didn't realize how much he needed this until, oh, just about now. ]
But he returns the kiss gladly -- eagerly, even, lips parting to run his tongue along her lower lip and to brush against hers. He didn't realize how much he needed this until, oh, just about now. ]
[ It's a good distraction, at the very least, and he smiles a little at her request. ]
Don't even have to ask twice.
[ Yeah, gurl, that dress has got to go. ]
Don't even have to ask twice.
[ Yeah, gurl, that dress has got to go. ]
[ He makes a quiet sound of approval, as he leans in for another kiss. His own hands coast along her bare skin, once the dress is gone, and his touch is gentle, like he's afraid she might break (and maybe he actually is, considering what's happened). ]
[ Jeez, Maya, you could've just asked, but now a certain Peter Quill is divested of one (1) shirt, and he starts pulling her toward the tub, because, seriously, that blood on her back, dried and flaking, is a serious mood killer. ]
[ He smirks a little. ] Oh, is that not how this works?
Huh. [ And he starts tugging off his belt. ] Learn something new every day, I guess.
Oh, and thanks for not ripping my shirt this time. [ Yep, he's full-on smirking this time. ]
Oh, and thanks for not ripping my shirt this time. [ Yep, he's full-on smirking this time. ]
Nope. I'm pretty much going to bring it up at every given opportunity. [ And there go the pants. :|a ]
Oh. I just figured you didn't like that shirt.
[ He's holding out a hand to help her in. ]
[ He's holding out a hand to help her in. ]
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